In the other room...

The bass is drowning out my speakers.

Listening to: Aphex Twin:Lichen/Z Twig

One day when I lived in Santa Barbara, I was on the bus and this handicapped girl got on.

The bus lowered and she wheeled herself on with her joystick, half her body hanging lifelessly over to one side, her face staring straight ahead, barely mobile, permanently locked in a disfigured scowl. I looked at her once and tried not to look again, but I had to.

There was something about her I just couldn't put my finger on... She was beautiful.

When I say that, I don't mean some corny metaphor about life or the situation or the fact that she was alive or anything along those lines.

Her face was stunningly structured.

Staring at her, I wanted her face to return to normal, for her jaw to loosen up for just one moment so I could see her smile. For her tightened, tortured expression to wash away so I could fully enjoy the beauty in the bones and skin that shaped her face.

I felt like God was playing a trick on me.